Autumn Years

 

These last forty years you and I’ve been together.
Spring has past, Summer’s gone, now Autumn weather.
Note wrinkles, furrows, graying hair grown thin,
Paunches, spare tires, flabby thighs, drooping skin.
Our voices familiar, thoughts left trailing …
Forgetting a name - call something a “thing.”
Small kindnesses shown reveal that we care,
Hurt feelings let go, still moments we share.
Things left unsaid, sometimes deeds misconstrued;
Sadness dispersed with a joke understood.
Winter’s approaching, be mindful of cold!
Keep home fires burning, as all must grow old.
Smiling and laughing, we cling to the fun.
For light-hearted joy’s kept loves web re-spun.

 

Gabrielle Blair

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